About your post concerning Henry being Elizabeth's fave child... how do you know that? :)

It’s something that’s been inferred from the surviving records by scholars. Elizabeth left little in the way of her personal feelings, but her actions and the related information and Henry VIII’s own words indicate that she and Henry were very close. She never said (that we know of) he was her favorite child but it becomes evident when you examine both of them.

For some examples: she made sure his wetnurse’s meals were checked for poison (an understandable protective measure when you consider the disappearance of her young brothers combined with the fact the Tudor dynasty was not expected to last five years); she taught him to read and write personally; kept him in the nursery WELL beyond when he should have been given his own household; I’ve read Henry VII groused at her that she spoiled him; among other things. She also spent most of her time at the royal nursery with her children (excluding Arthur), so it’s clear she adored her kids and being with them.

By far, it would have been easier for Elizabeth to bond with her second son versus her first; she didn’t get to raise Arthur in almost any capacity that we know of. She had more influence over his marriage than Arthur himself it would appear, and that was trying to make sure Catherine of Aragon was prepared to be his bride and provided the tools to adjust to her adopted country. Prince Henry, meanwhile, was described in a dispatch as being part of Elizabeth’s sphere/world; Arthur was in his father’s.

She had a great deal of influence over little Henry, enough so that Starkey believes she may have deliberately raised him in the way of a York. At the very least, Henry VIII (in his early days, I stress) had quite a lot of reverence for his York bloodline – besides his kindly treatment toward his York relatives, he positively idolized Edward IV and loved to hear about him and be compared to him. I think this most probable to have been due to stories his mother must have told him about his grandfather. Certainly, his father would not have much good to say of his grandfather, while Elizabeth was remarked upon as very close to her family.

Furthermore, Prince Henry was positively crushed upon her death and – in my opinion – very well may have grieved more than his father. In a letter to Erasmus four years after her demise, he called her death the ‘most hateful intelligence’. There is also a manuscript of him sobbing inconsolably on her empty bed. The latter is very unusual for royalty – his grief at the loss of his mother must have been very strong to be depicted by a contemporary – as well as very moving.

Add this to how Henry would get visibly
extremely
emotional in public when his mother was spoken of. He got so choked up when someone related a story of them many years later that he rushed out of the room. Another time, he said his mother was the kindest and most beautiful woman he had ever known. By contrast, I can’t recall Henry having spoken of his father, except at the beginning of his reign?

I find their relationship incredibly endearing – it’s rather clear to me that little Henry was the light of Elizabeth’s life and very likely the person she loved most. It’s very sad she didn’t live longer.

On a side note, I wonder if she commissioned this baby portrait of Henry. (From all I’ve read, his father seemed distant to him as a child and I don’t see why he’d desire such a portrait that strikes me as much more personal rather than dynastic propaganda.)

When he was taken from his mother it was Henry’s uncle Jasper Tudor who raised him like a son. Henry spent his childhood under Jasper’s protection while his mother worked tirelessly to restore his titles and lands

With one last glance at Elizabeth’s red face, Henry lips trailed down the valley of her breasts to her bellybutton. The kisses were gentle, slow, almost reverent. An unexpected giggle made him pause an instant, but he understood he just kissed her sides. Elizabeth laughed in reaction, feeling ticklish there. Encouraged by her light attitude, his lips moved back on her face, her cheek and upwards, lips brushing her eyelids, the bridge of her nose, her forehead. He knew Elizabeth has never been with a man before and that he was going to hurt her at some point. A part of him hated himself for that, and the least he could do was trying to give her pleasure. The last thing he wanted was to make her terrified of sex: if she
enjoyed her first time, she would be more likely to satisfy him often in
the years to come. Furthermore, he started to care and to have affection for his future wife. He put his weight on one elbow, allowing his other hand to travel down. The calloused palm caressed her flat stomack, her belly button, and then his hand drifted toward her still covered legs. Elizabeth shut her eyes, mouth closed at the sensation of the fabric of her nightgown being sliding up, and she tensed up in anticipation of feeling exposed. He gently kissed the tip of her nose to calm her.Henry’s fingers moved now on the inside of her tights. A shiver run through her body and her bright blue eyes opened to meet his. They didn’t speak, or only a silent conversation –they never broke eye contact as he slid his hand dangerously close to the between of her legs. It wasn’t until he pressed a finger against her folds that a moan broke the quietude of her room. (x)

Request:You could write about Michael and the reader married at a young age and have a child before moving to Small Heath and finding Polly?

This is going to have multiple parts. As always, let me know what you guys think!

Y/N peered out of the kitchen window, drying her hands on a cloth. There was a well dressed man talking to a perplexed Henry. Henry looked to the ground, still listening, but Y/N didn’t like the look he had. Nor did she like the look of the fellow speaking to her husband. Henry gave a nod in the direction of the house, the other man looked at Y/N in the window. He gave her a small smile and a polite nod, yet she stayed stoic.

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:
Your welcome and can you do one where you used to live on neverland and it was a hate love relationship between you and Pan and when he kidnaps Henry you go with the group to neverland he sort of does like a swap Henry for you and the group is like reluctant but you do for Henry and your daughter of either evil queen or snow and charming and yeah later on you are having like a little argument or something and it leads to smut and yeah

anon request: “an imagine where you’re married to Michael when he was Henry, when Tommy
comes to talk about polly he’s invited into your house and you meet, and
finally you meet the family. And everyone makes jokes about the ‘country
bumpkins’ and how he met a good looking girl etc.”

“Oh, Henry, I have mud on my face” you whispered to him,
leaning away from the suited man before you. He obviously still heard you by
the smile that broke out on his face.

“Don’t worry about that. You’ll see much worse in Birmingham”
the stranger laughed.

You dragged your eyes from Henry, looking properly at the
man for the first time as he placed a cigarette between his lips. You’d been
working the vegetable patch your mother-in-law had helped you plant when Henry
had walked up with a stranger in tow.

If there was one thing Emma
Swan liked about her job as a sheriff in a town such as Storybrooke, it was
patrolling by car. The town was always pretty peaceful, except for the
occasional teenage quibble, dog running out of their master’s garden or Leroy drunkenly
wandering about, so those car rides were the perfect occasion to cruise through
town, greeting her neighbors and taking in the beautiful sight that was
Storybrooke’s surroundings.

As she turned a corner, she
saw a group of teenagers on the sidewalk to her left, right outside of the
park. She would normally simply drive past them and wave, but something struck
her as unusual. The teenagers were all standing perfectly still, too still for
it to be natural. She could practically feel the tension floating around, and
their immobility clearly screamed that they’d barely stopped doing something
reprehensible. She stopped her car and pretended to look at something on her
phone to sneak a look at the teens. There were half a dozen of them, mostly
boys and a couple of girls and – Emma raised an eyebrow at this – Henry. And
Henry didn’t look too pleased with whatever situation he was in: he kept
shooting angry looks at the boys in front of him and his fists were clenched so
tightly his knuckles were white. Upon seeing her normally so agreeable son so
upset, Emma decided to take the matter into her own hands and got out of the
car.

“How’re you doing, kids?
You’re all having fun?” She asked as she walked towards them.

“Oh yeah, we’re having fun
all right, Sheriff Swan.” One of the boys said, a sarcastic smile playing on
his lips. She recognized him as some kid a year older than Henry, whose parents
lived a couple of blocks behind Granny’s diner. The boy – Edward? Ernest? – put
his arm around Henry’s shoulder, looking way too friendly for any of it to be
real.

Henry hurriedly shrugged his
arm off from around his shoulders and took a step to the side, inching closer
to where his friends – the Zimmer siblings and Paige – were standing. He shot
the boy a death glare but still remained silent.

“Come on, Henry. We’re
friends, aren’t we?”

Emma definitely didn’t like
that boy’s tone, nor the way he was looking at her son. Her eyes met Henry’s,
but he looked away before she could try to convey any kind of message to him.

“Henry’s just being shy,
Sheriff. Maybe he’d like you to call his mommy?” taunted the boy.

“Don’t talk about my mother!”
Henry spat out. The boy shook his head and cackled, looking very pleased with
himself.

“Why, Henry? You don’t like it
when we bring up your lovely mommy, Mayor Milf?”

Everything after that
happened in a blur: in the blink of an eye, Henry had thrown himself at the boy
and it took all of Nicholas and Ava Zimmer’s strengths combined to hold him
back. The boy jumped back and one of his friends went to pat him on the back.
Emma instinctively stepped up to break any potential fighting, disoriented by
the fact her son had pretty much started a fight, as well as by the pleading
look Paige was throwing her. Henry’s eyes were throwing daggers and he
struggled for a few more seconds, until Paige went to place a hand on his arm
and told him to calm down. Emma raised an eyebrow at this, but any kind of question
this sparked would have to wait; she first had to keep Henry from jumping at
the other boy’s throat.

“What’s stopping you, pal?
Scared of your mom?”

“Shut up, Edgar! I swear, if
you don’t shut up about my family your little friends are gonna have to collect
your teeth from the sidewalk!”

Emma had never seen Henry so
angry. She could feel him tensing up again, and she knew this time his friends
wouldn’t be able to hold him back.

“Henry, what’s going on?”
She asked. “Come on kid, talk to me. I don’t want to have to take you to the
station for getting into a fight.” She pressed when he kept quiet.

“He… he called Mom…
disrespectful names… He said… He said she’s a MILF!” Henry managed through
gritted teeth.

“I’m only telling the truth!
Come on, everybody in this damn town knows this! Am I right, Sheriff Swan? You
must’ve noticed, I’ve seen you looking at her!”

That was when the boy –
Edgar, as Henry had called him – crossed a line for Emma. She would have let
the taunting slide, and she would have looked away from his obvious intention
to pick up a fight with Henry, but him saying those things about Regina were
just too much.

“What did you just say?” She
barked, whipping around and grabbing the teen by the arm. A flash of fear came
over his face, and Emma could practically see him think that he shouldn’t have
said that.

“I heard you. Now you listen
to me: I never want to hear you, or any one of your buddies say anything like
that about women of Storybrooke in general, or Mayor Mills in particular.
Otherwise, as Henry so nicely put it, there’ll be consequences. You get that, pal? Did I make myself clear?”

The teenage boy swallowed
and nodded. “Yes ma’am. Cristal clear.”

Emma smiled with
satisfaction. “Good. Now all of you get out of here before I call your parents
to collect you and tell them exactly
what you’ve been up too.”

In a split second, the
teenagers had all scattered and run off to what Emma assumed were their
respective homes or another meeting spot, with the exception of Nicholas, Ava
and Paige, who said goodbye to Henry and Emma before taking off, with the
promise to text Henry shortly to figure out another hand out.

Emma and Henry were left
alone. She put her hand over Henry’s shoulder and smiled at him.

“You okay, Henry?”

“I’m fine, Ma. Thanks.” He
took a breath and ran his hand through his hair. “Why did you intervene?”

“I’m a Sheriff, kid. It’s my
job to prevent fights.”

“I mean, why did you defend
Mom like this? I figured you’d just tell Edgar to leave me alone and you’d
scold me for getting upset to the point of almost getting into a fight.”

“Well, I just don’t like
when people are disrespectful to your mother.” Emma was getting uncomfortable
with the whole situation, and she just wanted to drive Henry home quickly.

“But why my mom? Why do you
want to defend her honor like this? You’re usually not that bothered when it
comes to other people…”

“Henry, I – I don’t know,
okay? I just hate it when people think it’s okay to be rude to her, because
they feel justified in some way because of her past actions. Also, your mother
is a human being, not a piece of meat, and I seriously don’t want to think
about anyone wanting to – you know –
with the mother of my son, let alone another teenager.”

Emma blurted out the last
part without thinking, and even she seemed surprised by her words. Henry looked
startled at first, before smiling brighter than his mother had seen him smile
in a little while.

“Sooooo… Are you still gonna
pretend you don’t like Mom? Not even a little bit? I mean come on, Ma, it’s so
obvious you like her!” Nudging his mother, he added “I think I could allow you to call her a MILF, you know.”

Emma blushed and gently
shoved her son away. “Ew, Henry. Definitely not
the kind of talk I want to be having with you!” She glanced sideways at her
son, and the look of pure hope on his face made her think that, maybe, it
wouldn’t be so bad if she told Regina about the confusing feelings she’d always
had for her. Maybe.